tete a tete

Ever had one of those situations there's a gut feeling you can't quite explain that tells you 'when shit hits the fan, besides the shit, there'll be marble size bits of shrapnel careening at gale force speeds'?

well me neither but the gut feeling i have comes preeetty close.

i have a situation, of sorts, ish.

i have an ex-girlfriend who lives a floor above me, and another who's moved a few blocks from me and picks buses to the city from the same stage i do. then there's this stunningly beautiful, unhinged to the point of altogether coming apart woman who keeps sending me the most troubling short messages, now that i don't pick her up phones anymore who now works just up the road.

is this a coincidence? is my time here on earth coming to a tragic but oddly satisfying end? or am i just basking in the warm, nutrient filled rays of my bombastic ego?

tune in next week, bla de bla de bla..

another thing, what's the deal with this 'dear' vibe? everyone calling everyone else 'dear'? and any and all variants, 'my dear', 'dearest', 'dear this', 'dear that'. especially with people who've just met me. i find it quite disconcerting. like a lingering, flaccid, wet handshake from a stranger.

can't we just nod heads curtly, or wave, or just altogether ignore each other?

then there's this new sheng that is apparently quite the 'in-thing', of saying bits of a word..

excerpts from a conversation i had.

'..boss, si unihook up na ile chap...'

'excuse me?',

'ile chap, ulisem utanigi... hukumbuk..?'

'dude, what the fuck r u saying?'

'yani uko biha.. hiv..? hii ndio sheng mup..',

'yeah, ok, fuck off...'

i don't exactly get how this can be termed as communication even in the loosest terms possible, and when i mean loosest i mean, oprah convincing a tribe of starving cannibals that she's got nothing to offer seeing as she left her cheque book at in the hotel.